After a series of assassinations rocks Calgary’s underworld, Detective Lane is conscripted along with his husband Arthur into working undercover to seek out links in the Mexico - Canada drug connection and stop the violence.
As tensions mount back in Canada and outright war on the streets seems imminent, the laconic detective and his allies must use some unorthodox tactics to avert disaster in the Gulf of California and dismantle the cartel.
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Lane sat back after finishing his second plate of ribs. He reached out and held his water glass with sticky fingers. Arthur's head was turned sideways; he watched Lane out of one eye with a smile on his lips. The boy at the next table studied the detective and frowned. "Daddy, he ate two plates!"
Lane looked at the boy. He felt the sauce drying on his lips and cheeks. There was laughter from another table. Then Arthur began to roar and most of the people in the restaurant joined in. Except, of course, for the little boy, whose eyes filled with tears. He leaned into his father, who put an arm around the child.
The waitress hustled over, looked down at Lane and lifted his plate. It was piled with napkins and bones. "Want some more ribs?"
Lane smiled and shook his head. "No, thanks, but I would like to buy ice cream for the little guys." He nodded his head toward the next table.
The waitress smiled. "Want me to ask?"
A few moments passed in relative silence. Lane reached over and grabbed the wipes inside the plastic wrappers. His hands slipped over the shiny surface. He gripped the top of the black packet, but his fingers couldn't tear the packet open. "These things are impossible."
"What did the text say?" Arthur deftly tore open a pack and handed it to Lane.
Lane wiped his face and fingers. "That Sean Pike is dead from gunshot wounds in Playa del Carmen."
"Mexico?" Arthur leaned forward, picked up another packet, tore it open and handed the wipe across the table.
"Yes." Lane felt refreshing wetness on his face.
Arthur leaned back and laughed.
"How much do you want to bet the body is already cremated?"
Lane shrugged. "We'll see."